Sister To The Butterfly (Romans 8:29)

To meta-morph we know quite well
From science teachers who would tell
Us all about the butterfly –
Its change from grub before it died.

But morphing “soom” (“along with me”)
Is like a sister I can see,
And walk the road together with,
And help each other from the ditch.

More like a “mentor”, “coach”, today,
Who walks with us – our fears allay
As we try out new ways of life,
Or make our muscles ripple tight.

But what’s the image on the wall
Which sets our goals as we grow tall –
Like “babes” and “jocks” on walls of gym
That sets our path so we can win?

For “meta-morphing” from the slime
Results in beauty quite sublime,
But that just happens, there’s no choice
Of color, style, or author’s voice.

As humans we can choose a goal,
A model for our body, soul,
To emulate, and if our coach
Will help us, then we will approach –

To some degree, our target pix
Of life sublime – how much we fix
Our weaker aspects – there’s the catch –
Will bring us close to hero’s match.

God put the limits on our ways,
A firm horizon on our days;
Some limits to, and limits from,
That we might in the end become –

Conformed (soom-morphed) to best in class,
Tweaked up for each as a lad or lass,
Until we quite resemble Him,
A weaker copy, granted – grin.

Take Jesus as the model – there’s
A person which, when one compares
His level of maturity,
Shows room for growth in you and me –

For, on the horizontal plane,
Maturity could stand to gain –
Some aspects like my sense of self,
Or social-side where I have dwelt.

On vertical, there’s room for growth –
Not either-or, a blend of both:
Mature in spirit, and in life,
Not in cocoon, but in the strife.

Conformed by grace to be like Him;
Moved into life, freed up from sin;
Paul comments, “That’s the plan of God,
And one thing more – which may seem odd:

“God’s known us well – before our time –
For those He’s known, He’s set our line,
Just like horizon where the sky
Meets earth – perhaps you wonder why.

One hundred twenty years He gave
To each of us before our grave;
But we fall short – four score and ten –
Conformed to Christ, we comprehend –

His “line” for us exceeds our grasp
In quality, how long we last,
So many ways we waste our time,
Our problem? We don’t reach His line!

Now hope arises in our breast;
We comprehend – He wants the best
For all of us; come on, join in
Conform with Christ – He’s bound to win –

For He’s already out the gate;
Conformed to Him we need not wait
’Till others give their “Yea” or “Nay”;
Our journey starts with Him today!

I love the Greek – it’s double role –
The line of course relates to goal,
But asks if our “prognosis” is
Involved, and that’s exciting biz.

He says “We’ll get you there, my friend”,
For that’s the point – get to the end;
The goal is not so far for you,
It can’t be reached – it can – so do –

Set eyes upon that finish line;
Prognosis? You will do just fine;
Enjoy the journey, slow or fast,
Conformed to Christ, life is a blast!

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